Sea Anchor

Useless tiller clutched by my fearful hand, she plunges on
into oblivious grey-green voids
between each screeching, wind-whipped crest.
A sea-anchor streams lonely against the tumult under her indifferent moon-blue gaze;
all that stands between her love and my nemesis.
Quiet letters, leafy gold, glint at the wave-buried bow.

Amman, Jordan 2003

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